(Let's skip to when everyone's gripping onto Gunhild.)
"Brussels!" Loki yelled, and grabbed onto the group of people. There was a rush of flames, a sensational of falling, and a sharp jolt. The group landed with a thud in an alley in Brussels, alive and well, if a little shocked.
"Goodness, I hate teleports..." Ingrid groaned, looking a bit green. Loki was completely drained, and flopped onto the floor.
"Gonna take few hours... For me to get energy back... Just keep a low profile, and get me some food?"
There was a pause as Gunhild scooped up the collapsed fire giant.
"Perhaps we should pose as tourists, to avoid suspicion? Then we can get on the next intercontinental train, and get to our destinations..."